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k0juki · 1 day

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some angst with joost (with an happy ending pls)

A/n: I can actually write something over 1k words? Also I think the end is poorly written, so bear with me. xdd

Where have you been?

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

Warnings: maybe some abandon issues (I'm really bad at this..)

Wc: 1252

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Joost was locked in his room all day. You didn't blame him. He was gaining popularity and he was doing everything he could to make the most of it. But you also were scared for him. These last few days were a lot.

He was stressed and you just wanted to help him. To give him some break from work. But he didn't want one.

"Joost? I made you some tea." You said and opened the door from his work room. He didn't say anything, he was still staring at the same spot on his computer. You didn't know if he was ignoring you or if he was really that busy with work.

You put the cup down on his desk and came behind him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He still said nothing.

"How is it going Joost?" You asked, truly curious about his work.

"Good." He replied, it was short and without any sweet playfulness that you loved.

"That's good." You whispered, with a small smile that was more forced than happy. He was just busy with work, you were repeating in your head, all and all over again.

"Do you wanna..." you began, "maybe, take a little pause from work?" You felt him tense up under your hands just as you finished.

"Y/n, I have some work to do, can you stop?" Joost angrily remarked.

"I didn't mea-" you didn't even finish the sentence, as Joost turned around and pulled out of your embrace. His face and eyes were hard, he was really mad.

"I told you to stop bothering me." He spatted at you. "Don't you have anything to do? Or bother?" The more he continued, the more it hurt.

Inside of your head, you began to panic. What have you done? What were you going to do now?

You didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked down and slowly left the room, softly closed the door behind you.

Why would he do that? You just wanted him to take a break, nothing more. Were you really that annoying?

You made your way out of the house, leaving all things behind. Including your bag, phone and most importantly a keys.

You had to clean your head. You didn't really realised you were crying till you touched your face. Where am I going? You thought, you just simply didn't know anything right now.

And the fact that it was getting darker as night approached, didn't help much. You made your way to the nearest park where you and Joost, from time to time, spent some moments together. You sat down on the bench, and just looked around.

You were enjoying the quiet atmosphere around you, but your thoughts were traitorous. Telling you all the bad things, even though they weren't true and real, only you were real, right now, at this moment.

As the night came, you still sat at the same place. You were playing with the rings on your fingers, as the cold slowly started to absorb you whole.

And then you heard it. The soft call. Someone was calling you, your name.

"Y/n!"

Where was it coming from? Who was calling you?

"Y/n, where are you!"

It was getting closer. He was getting closer. Joost. You could say something, anything, but you had no strength to do that. You lowered your head back down, doing nothing.

"Y/n-" Joost stopped in mid sentence as he saw you sitting all alone on the bench. He ran to you and as soon as he stood in front of you, he slowly crouched down and put his hands on your knees, where you were playing with your fingers.

"Hey..." Joost whispered, but now it was you who were silent. You didn't even look at him.

"I-I, I'm-m-" he was struggling to somehow put the whole sentence together.

"I-i'm sorry Y/n. I'm so s-sorry." He began and looked down on the ground. "I shouldn't have yelled and been mean to you, it wasn't fair...to you, you were just trying to help me." As he continued, he put his head on your knees, you felt him shaking and your heart broke a little, but he hurt you.

But he also knew about your traumas. You told him how you can't handle it mentally when someone yells at you, and he promised you to never do that, just to break that promise.

"I'm so sorry Y/n. I really am." Joost whispered. “I was just stressed a-and I know that it doesn't change anything I said, but I'm still so sorry."

He broke in front of you. Crying by your legs.

"Can you say something...?" He whispered. And then he felt as you took your hands away from his own and he feared the worst. He didn't want to hear it, to go through another loss of someone he loves, but now just because of his stupidity.

He wrapped his arms around your legs, now wanting to let you go. But what he didn't expect was you to put your hands in his soft, blonde hair and started massaging his scalp.

"I forgive you." You whispered. Joost raised his head and looked you in your eyes with his red ones from crying. It took him some time to realize what he'd done, and when he went to apologize, you were nowhere to be found.

This panic that washed over him, he didn't feel it for a long, long time. When he tried to call you, he heard your phone ring in the kitchen, where you left it, along with other stuff he knew you wouldn't leave the house without.

So he went searching for you, and all the places you could have been. He was also asking other people if they saw you, but they didn't. His last hope was a park. It was where you met. You were there, and when he saw you, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

"You...forgive me?" Joost couldn't help, but ask. His arms lose a bit around your legs, but it was still strong enough to keep you in place.

"I forgive you." You repeated and took his face in your hands."I know you have it hard right now, but I just, I don't know...got scared a-and left. I shouldn't have done that. To scare you like that too." You felt his fresh tears as you spoke to him. He was really scared you would leave him too.

"I should be the one apologizing to you." Joost's voice cracked and then he kissed your palm. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" He asked with his crystal blue eyes.

That question made you panic. "No, of course not. I could never." He is the love of your life, you couldn't just leave him.

"Let's just go home. I'm really cold." He stood up and pulled you in a hug. He didn't care about anything as long as you were with him, in his arms. Joost was repeatedly kissing the top of your head, with one hand in your hair and the other around you.

You heard him keep muttering how sorry he was, but you already forgave him. Now he just needed to forgive himself.

"Here, take my jacket." He said and took his jacket off as he let you go. As soon as you had it around you, he took your hand in his and together you made your way home.

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Part 2? Idk...any ideas?

Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

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creedslove · 21 hours

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HIS ✨

Post outbreak QZ era!Joel Miller x f!reader

DRABBLE ✨

Warnings: mentions of sex, kind of explicit really, idk I am horny tbh

A/N: idk besties, not my best but not my worst either 🤷‍��️

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That apartment in the QZ was disgusting, just like the rest of the world was; everything was dark, filthy and hopeless, but none of that seemed to matter when you were being pounded by Joel in that thin, old, uncomfortable mattress. Nothing mattered, as long as he had his arms holding you by your sides, moving them up from your hips until they got to your neck, he never squeezed it, but he held you in place, while his free calloused rough hand traveled from your back to your hair, tangling itself between your strands, a caress almost sweet amongst the explicit and obscene private show you two had going on there. The way he thrusted hard against your hips, his cock reaching even further into your slippery muscles, how you welcomed his size, squeezing him in a way that would earn you some of his grunts and quiet moans.

You were able to ignore all the ugliness around the two of you, it didn't matter if you caught the flash of FEDRA’s light reflector through the window, or if you heard someone screaming in horror or begging for help, at that moment, there were only two people in the world: you and Joel.

And during those moments, the world wasn't such a bad place, it was quite good because of you had him, that beastly of a man, that untamed and bitter guy who wouldn't open up to you, who would always keep himself a mystery, threatening and kicking and punching his way through life, or whatever was left of it. You would probably never admit it out loud how much you like Joel, and how many times you'd close your eyes and pretend you two were meant to be. How many times you'd wish relationships were still something that could work, that being attached to someone wasn't the stupidest idea one could possibly have. But at that moment he was yours, his body belonged to yours and whenever you felt his hot load inside, you felt complete. Smiling at him, all you could do was reach for a kiss, and Joel knew damn well how dangerous that was. Your affair had lasted far too long, he always went after you, meaning to break things up, with the intention to remind you that the world was meant for survival and only that, he always wanted to make you see you were way too young for him, too pretty, too good. There was still something good inside of you, there was still hope. Not for Joel, he was a bad man, he didn't understand why you were so fixated on him, and yet, whenever he saw you, your lips, your body, he couldn't resist you. He ended up night after night with you all over his bed, your scent being the only good thing around that horrible place he lived in but refused to call home.

“Mm Joel… that was amazing” your voice was a sweet purr as he felt your curling up into his chest, the way your lips gently placed themselves over his heart made him feel shivers down his spine. It was wrong, he didn't want that, he didn't agree with it, he knew the right thing would be over it as soon as possible, but he just couldn't resist you. You belonged to him, you were the only pretty thing he had in his life, maybe, and just maybe you were worthy all of it.

“Sleep baby girl, just sleep” he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you closer and enjoying the calmness he found in you. You were the only thing that actually resembled happiness in that shitty apartment.

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queer-n-here · 1 day

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Hear me out. Ranpo x Sugar daddy!reader

Ranpo has been distracting you working at your office lately and being quite a brat lately. He would complained about you being working too much, purposely touching your body intimately while you work, even sending you videos of him masturbating at your guys shared bedroom just to tease you.

“𝘔!𝘺/𝘯~”

You wanted to punish him for behaving badly.Later..at night time, you saw Ranpo at your guys shared bedroom and you immediately pinned him down to your guys shared bed.

“You think you can tease me all you want huh? I guess it's time for 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚~”

This time, your not going to let him climaxed easily without him begging for you~

(Bonus: You let him buy any candies that he'd like the next day since you felt bad for punishing him)

I leave the rest to you. (Rough sex, praise kink, maybe overstimulation?)

(I have a feeling there's some misspelling words, but hey! English isn't my first language anyway-)

- 💕

Well, well, well... Will you look at that.

Y'all share the same braincell. So here goes!

Also, phew, it's been a shit ton of while since I posted. Hope y'all like it!

Content: Fucking Ranpo cus he was being a brat. (I may or may not have looked over the sugar daddy element that the req asked for, I didn't notice it, sorry!)

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, praise kink, edging, overstim.

You were so frustrated it was starting to show up on your face even when you didn't want it to.

It was all Ranpo, but the people that ended up taking the brunt of it were your employees.

I mean, just look at what he did last week. You were working from home that day, head buried in files and paperwork that made an ache develop between your eyes.

Ranpo entered your study, coming over to stand beside your chair as you worked, making you look up to pass him a tired smile.

When you looked up, you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your mind was preoccupied, however, so you did not pay it much attention. Ranpo lounged around the study while you worked away, the scribbling of your pen the only sound for a while. Then, he walked closer to you, and you let him plant himself on your lap, snuggling into the crook of your neck, making you smile.

Soon enough, however, you found out that Ranpo's intention was nothing wholesome. His hands started roaming, first only resorting to massaging your shoulder slightly, then moving lower. He caressed your chest through your shirt, then moved lower still to your torso, rubbing the hard abs through your clothes. His hands were wicked like the devil, and soon you felt him palm your dick through your pants.

The sudden contact made your spine stiffen, and you shot Ranpo a half-annoyed, half-aroused look.

He nuzzled into your neck, planting small kisses along the skin there as his hand rubbed slowly, and soon your pants were straining against the boner that he'd caused.

"Ranpo," Your voice was thick with arousal and you'd long abandoned the thought of work. "Do you wanna do it, baby?"

He smirked against your jaw, and you mirrored the action. Just as you were going to lift him from your lap and place him into the table, however, your phone rang.

Mr. Yaho. An important client.

Not as important as the situation at hand, though. But in the split second that you'd taken your eyes off Ranpo to check who was calling, he'd managed to slip away from your grasp.

"I see you're busy, [Name]." He said, visibly suppressing a grin. "I'll come visit later, then."

And before you could stop him, he turned on his heels and left you alone with your raging boner.

But that wasn't even the worst of it. You managed to calm yourself and take the call, that was fine. You were fine. But then your client wanted to hold an emergency meeting (that dramatic little-) so you had to rush to your office.

And during the meeting, Ranpo truly pushed his limits.

Your phone dinged, and you saw your lock screen flash with Ranpo's name on it, so you decided to check if he needed something. When you opened the message, though, you saw that it was a video.

You looked up. Your client's representative was talking, gesturing vaguely to the powerpoint presentation he had prepared. You lowered down the volume of your phone, and hit play on the video.

And were you glad you did.

The video showed you and Ranpo's shared bed, basking in the sunlight from the window next to it. But that wasn't all. Sitting on the bed was the love of your life, legs spread wide open and pressing a dildo deeper and deeper into his ass.

He made eye contact with you, with the camera, and even though the volume was down, you could tell from the way Ranpo's mouth had fallen open that he was moaning.

Your pants were suddenly suffocatingly tight.

You were in a meeting room, surrounded by people of your company, and that of another, supposedly listening to the other party's proposal about something that wasn't even important enough to remember anymore. And your lover had sent you a video of him masturbating.

You wanted to close the video and shut your phone, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen.

Ranpo pushed the dildo in deeper, and, throwing his head back to reveal his gorgeous neck that he knew you were obsessed with, he said something.

You read his lips without even meaning to.

"Fuck me harder, [Name]!"

"Mr. [Last Name]?" Someone called, and your head snapped up in surprise.

The entire meeting room was looking at you.

"Well," You shut your phone and placed it screen-down on the table, pretending as if you hadn't been watching anything scandalous. "The proposal is well-planned, but I fear that our budget might be able to grant us something even better than this. Suppose, if we..."

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When you returned home, the first thing you did was drop your blazer onto the living room floor and rush to find Ranpo.

You found him in the kitchen, and he looked up innocently at you when you walked in.

"Oh, you're back ho-mmh!" You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.

Ranpo wasn't surprised, not really. But he still acted as if he was, placing his hands against your chest as you stepped closer to him.

"[Name]!" He managed to pull away enough to say. "Wait, didn't you ju-"

And you kissed him again, grabbing his hips and squeezing them, feeling his breath hitch against you so wonderfully

You fucking needed him.

You took him to your shared bedroom, bodily throwing him onto the bed before stripping and climbing on after him.

You grabbed and Ranpo and stripped him, too, tugging at his clothes with so much force you ripped his shirt. Around then, Ranpo had already realized that the consequences of his actions were going to be more... intense than he'd expected.

You leaned down to kiss him, pinning his wrists to the bed and spreading his legs apart. Your movements were hurried and rough, and even though Ranpo wouldn't willingly admit it out loud, he loved every second of being manhandled.

"Fuck, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" You hissed against his mouth, free hand rising to grip his throat and press against his throat, making him whimper. "This is why you were being such a brat."

You could feel Ranpo growing harder and harder against your own arousal, and so you pulled away from his mouth, aligning your tip with his begging hole instead. You plunged in, and he arched his back, a loud moan leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of being stuffed full.

"Hhngh, wait, [Name]!" He said, feigning innocence. "What do you-Ahh!"

You thrusted into him, your hips rolling in that way you knew he liked. Ranpo decided to abandon his pretense, and threw his head back against the bed, hands struggling against your grip to try and find purchase to ground himself. You let them go, placing your hands on his waist instead.

You gained a rhythm, his walls nice and tight around your throbbing cock as you stretched him out on it. The sounds of your coupling were reverberated in the room, sparks of pleasure shooting up your crotch at his warmth around you. You leaned down to kiss and bite at his neck, and he subconsciously moved his head away to give you more room. His pale skin flushed red under your teeth.

"You're such a fucking brat, Ranpo." You said, your movements animalistic and fast, your gaze predatory on Ranpo. "You fucking knew I was in a meeting when you sent that video."

"What- mmph!" He grabbed your shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you fucked him so good. "What meeting?"

Your eyes flashed with half-annoyance and half-arousal, and you pushed Ranpo's hands away, pinning his knees against his chest to gain more access of his slutty hole.

You found his sweet spot painfully easily, hitting it repeatedly and making him arch his back right off the bed as his eyes widened. He loved this, he loved you, loved the way you fucked him.

His moans had turned into cries, and he was gripping the sheets beneath him so hard you were almost distracted enough to worry whether or not he'd tear them.

"Ff-ffu-" His eyes were tearing up. "I'm gonna... Nngh! I'm gonna come!"

"Not so soon." You ordered, your voice husky amidst your pants. "D'you think I'd let you?"

"Mmh, please," Ranpo was sobbing now, holding his legs apart so you could bully his hole with your cock, rearrange his insides to the shape of it. "Please, please, [Name], please..."

His eyes were growing hazier with each thrust of yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly as your hips bludgeoned into his, your onslaught rapid and destructive. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, not quite drowned out by Ranpo's cries.

"You haven't been good lately, Ranpo." You clicked your tongue, your face holding a fake-sorry expression. "So I don't think I should let you."

He whined, and the tears that were slipping down his face fell down to form puddles on the bed on either side of his face.

"I'll be good from now -hic- please." He let his legs fall and wrapped his arms around your neck. "Please, [Name], I'll be so good, hmmph!"

"Hmm... still not sure, baby." Your cock felt so good, so good. Ranpo was clenching around you so tight trying to please you, it was getting harder to thrust in and out.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, fucked out so dumb the only thing he could think about was the orgasm you weren't letting him experience.

"Please," He whined. "Please, [Name], I'll be a good boy, I'll be so-Nngh! I'll be so good for you, please."

And so you took pity on him.

"Go on then, my pretty boy, such a good slut for me." You murmured in his ears, and he came immediately from the praise.

His body jolted along the bed, cock twitching as he came all over his abdomen, hole clenching so tight you released in him, too, panting and huffing but not slowing down.

His eyes widened impossibly big as he realized you weren't stopping, and more sobs racked his sensitive body as you continued assaulting it.

"[Name]," Ranpo could only whine your name, hands gripping your shoulders so hard he was drawing blood.

"Come on," You smirked, fucking him harder and faster. "You wanted this. Isn't that why you sent that video, hmm?"

And Ranpo could do nothing but whine, nodding pathetically as you fucked him stupid, fucked him till his cock was shooting blanks, till he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyes open, and passed out with you still buried inside of him.

You let him rest, deciding that you'd clean up later, and collapsed next to him, not before pulling out and watching your seed flow out from between his limp legs.

It turned you on all over again, but you simply placed a chaste kiss on Ranpo's forehead, pulled him into your arms, and let sleep take you.

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Bonus: The next day, Ranpo was parading around the hickeys that you'd given him at the supermarket, where you'd taken him to pick out sweets as an apology for how rough you'd been the previous night.

As he turned around to look at you, pointing out another snack that he wanted to try, he passed you another bedazzling smile. You leaned forwards, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, barely aware of the fact that cart you were pushing was already full.

"Whatever you want, baby." You murmured, and Ranpo smiled wider.

"Then, can I buy all the flavors?" He asked, looking at you with the eyes that he knew you couldn't say no to.

"Of course you can."

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judesmoonbeauty · 1 day

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Love Begins From a Mean Lie: Victor Collection Event Story

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. What I obtain is what will be translated. Translation notes are marked with *** Dividers: @/natimiles

It was one day when I went to submit a report to Victor........

Victor: This is a grave situation!

Victor looked through the documents and let out a curt voice.

Kate: Huh, is there something wrong...?

Victor: No Kate, your work is perfect as usual! It’s just……

Victor: WILIAROGJUDROGALELHARIWILJUDELL!

(Uh, is that some kind of spell…?)

Victor: ....This is the order of the cursed people you wrote in your most recent report.

Victor: Do you notice anything?

Kate: Notice?

Victor: I’m not in it!

Kate: Ah, that's true.

Victor often has a busy schedule as the Queen's aide…….

He can't put in as many Crown assignments as the others.

Besides, I had not written a report on Victor recently, as I was accompanying the others on missions.

Victor: ……. Actually, Her Majesty the Queen told me that she didn't have enough information about me.

Victor: So, Kate! Will you write about me with your own hand?

Kate: I'll leave it to me, that's what I do!

Kate: But ..... Is there any mission that you can participate in from now on, Victor?

Victor: That's the thing. Crown assignments are allocated based on everyone's abilities.

Victor: Adding me after the fact would please everyone, but I can't deny that it will detract from the mission.

Victor: Besides, even though Her Majesty the Queen wants the information, the Queen's aide's job is not going away.

Kate: As usual, you've been busy……

Victor: …..Yes! How about you interview me?

Victor: I'm sure Her Majesty will be pleased if you put it all together and give it to her.

Kate: An interview....... Okay, I will! I look forward to working with you.

…….Thus began the interview to write down Victor's information.

Victor: My name is Victor. I am a the Queen's aide and a member of the Crown!

Victor: Height 183.5cm! Birthday is February 20th!

Victor: If you deliver any presents to Crown Castle, I'll be grateful for them!

Victor: Charming points? There are many, but if I had to choose just one, it would be the mole on my mouth.

Victor: This is also one of the "Seven Wonders of Vic," where if you press it, the left and right sides will be switched the next day!

Victor: I’m a cheerful person, who loves everyone at Crown and is loved by everyone at Crown. (👀??? That last bit is news to me.)

Victor: ……Come to think of it, we were talking about how Crown doesn't have a mascot.

Victor: I guess you could say I'm the mascot!

Victor began speaking without pause, and I took notes earnestly so as not to miss a single word.

(…..Hmmm. There's a lot of subjectivity in Victor's work, so we'll have to separate that properly.)

(Any other questions…….)

Kate: Victor……when do you usually sleep? I feel like you’re always awake.….

On sleepless nights, I wander into the kitchen and find Victor busy making sweets.

Early in the morning, I woke up for some reason and was taking a walk in the garden, and I saw Victor watering the flowers……

Victor was always there when I noticed it, so I wondered when he slept…..

Victor: I'm just like everyone else. Sleep at night and get up in the morning! That's the secret to good health!

Kate: That’s right. When we met in the morning, you didn’t even have bedhead, so I thought you weren’t sleeping.

Victor: No way! I'm a normal human being. I need my sleep.

Victor: I have naturally good hair, but I don't miss taking care of it every night, so it's hard for me to have bedhead.

Victor: But, it’s not like I don’t sleep at all alright? If you don’t mind, why don’t you come wake me up?

Kate: Eh…..

Victor: If I could see your face when I woke up,…….I would be so happy that day.

Kate: …..Ah, I’ll think about it.

Victor: Hehe, you’re always welcome!

Watching someone wake up makes me feel like I'm trespassing on their private life, which makes me feel a bit uneasy…..

(The only people who are allowed to see that kind of thing are the people who are really close to you.)

(….. I wonder if even the always energetic Victor is a bit languid when he wakes up from sleep.)

Even though I refused, I couldn't help but imagine Victor waking up.

(....should not. I need to concentrate on the interview! Next question is....)

Kate: Recently, have you done anything bad Victor?

Victor: Hehe...there's always evil in Crown! Good question.

Victor: Bad things…….I guess so. I lied to an innocent child for my own personal greed.

Victor: As an apology, I'm going to prepare a delicious royal cake for the child! That’s usual news.

Kate: Victor is preparing a cake to apologize! That’s new.

Victor: Of course, it depends on the degree of lying....... By the way Kate, what kind of cake do you like?

Kate: I’m torn...... I like anything with chocolate, and strawberry shortcake too....

Kate: Oh, and items made with seasonal fruits are also hard to give up.

Kate: .... But I'm not being lied to by you now Victor, am I?

Victor: …..Do you believe so? Maybe without you even realizing it, I could be telling a terrible lie.

Kate: Then let's go to a cake shop together.

Kate: I have a lot of questions and choices to make, so please bear with me.

Victor: Hehe……You're so cute and confused, I might just buy the whole store.

(Victor would really buy everything …..)

Victor: Now, what's the next question?

Kate: Next, yes….

Kate: Victor is full of himself and cheerful……

Kate: You don’t seem to have anything to be afraid of, but is there anything?

Victor: Afraid of…..huh.

Victor: ……Everyone at Crown.

Kate: Oh, maybe that’s why you’re “afraid of cake”? ***

Victor: "Afraid of cake"?

Kate: By telling people that you’re scared of what you like……

Kate: It's an oriental story where….. you can get what you like from someone who scared you.

Kate: Victor, I think you intentionally said you were scared because you love everyone in the Crown.

Victor: Hehe, that’s an interesting story.

Victor: It's true that I cherish and love everyone at Crown……but what I just said is true.

Victor: If the Crown follows its path to the end and conquers evil with evil…..

Victor: ……Someday I will be judged by them.

Kate: What…..?

Victor: …..I think there is such a possibility.

I didn't think Victor had any crimes that would warrant being judged by the Crown…..

I don't know everything about him, so I couldn't deny it.

Kate: Because you're afraid of being judged... Are you afraid of Crown?

(Like God announcing death, the Crown announces destruction to evil.)

(Victor may also fear Crown as a symbol of his own destruction.…)

Victor: ….It’s a little different.

Victor: If I'm guilty, I think I deserve to be judged. There’s no fear there.

Victor: Just…

Victor: I'm so happy now that I'm spending time with everyone...I'm sad and scared that it will end someday.

(Victor isn't afraid of being punished...he's sad that his days are coming to an end.)

(In that case….)

Kate: …. I don't know what crime you’re guilty of Victor.

Kate: That sin, if it can be atoned for in some way….I don’t know.

Victor: ….Yeah.

Kate: But ……I, too, want these days to continue!

Kate: So if I can help, please give me a shout.

Kate: I will always help you Victor, just as you always do!

Before I knew it, I told Victor that I wanted to help him, and he smiled kindly at me.

Victor: …..Thank you, Kate.

-Then I asked many other questions and finished the interview with Victor.

Kate: Hmmm ........ I wrote a lot, but….

Kate: Does Her Majesty the Queen really want this information .....?

There are some parts where Victor's way of thinking and personality are well written.

Even if Her Majesty the Queen were to read it, it would contain information that would be neither harmful nor helpful.

Victor: Of course, I’m very happy! I'll be sure to give it to Her Majesty the Queen later!

Victor's jewel-like eyes sparkled as he picked up my report and smiled.

Victor: ……Thank you for writing about me, Kate.

When I returned to Crown Castle after the interview, I met William.

In the color of the setting sun shining into the hall, his red eyes that never lose their edge find me, and they flicker happily.

William: …. It seems it took quite a while to submit the report today.

William: Did you have afternoon tea with Victor?

Kate: No, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen actually wanted information about Victor…..

Kate: I interviewed Victor and compiled it into a report.

William: Hmm? …..that’s an odd story.

Kate: What…?

William: Her Majesty the Queen knows Victor better than anyone. She wouldn’t say she doesn’t have enough information.

Kate: What…? Does that mean Victor lied? Why?

William: Regarding Victor's lie this time...Is there anything that concerns you?

Kate: Concerned about…..

FLASHBACK

Victor: ….. Thank you for writing about me, Kate.

What left a particularly strong impression on me was the happy look on Victor's face when he saw my report after the interview.

FLASHBACK ENDS

(Could it be….)

Kate: Victor lied…..

Kate: …..Because he wanted me to write about himself?

William didn't confirm or deny my guess, and smiled leisurely.

William: …..Our work must not be known to others.

William: Only those who walk under the light are etched into Britain's glorious history.

William: There's no need to complain about it. But….

William: Sometimes you may wish to carve it with your own hands and leave it behind.

William: -As Britain flourishes and shines brightly, there is a dark shadow that falls over it.

(Victor wants me to write it down…..?)

(….If so, he’d be happy.)

As a fairytale keeper, I can record Victor's steps and make him happy.

Thinking like that, I became even more motivated.

(Besides, I would like to continue to write about it.)

(…If I do that, I'm sure I'll be able to get closer to Victor.)

***Just a note about the "afraid of cake" scene and being linked to a story or tale in the East. I couldn't find anything myself and I'm 100% sure I translated this scene inaccurately. So, take it with a grain of salt.

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#Ikevil #ikevil translations #cybird translations #ikevil jp #ikemen villains translations #Ikevil victor #ikemen victor #ikemen villains victor

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levi501ackerman · 2 days

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Silly | Hange x Reader Fluff

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I have this in my head but I'm too lazy to write so bullet points it is

You didn't know anyone in Levi squad most of them came from the southern cadet corp. You are from the north. They all knew each other and to them you were the new one.

You met them along with Captain Levi in a hide out cabin.

They were all very nice and welcoming. You remained reserved and barely spoke.

You roomed with Sasha and Mikasa. They're the ones that hear you talk the most. You felt the most comfortable around them and Armin.

You cleaned well and you were helpful with Eren's titan experiments. Captain Levi took a liking to you. He thought you were intelligent, quiet, respectful and didn’t complain.

While doing an experiment you see a woman you've seen many times along with a man talking to Captain Levi. She and the guy lept down the cliff to pull Eren out of his titan form. You saw this as an opportunity.

"Excuse me, Captain, who's that woman you were just talking to?"

"Section Commander Hange Zoe." Levi said.

You look at her pulling out Eren and screaming.

"Will she be around us, a lot?" You asked politely.

"Why?" Levi asked, you blushed then turned away.

"Just curious, thank you, sir." You walked back to your post seeing Hange pulling Eren all the way out.

"L/N," you looked over your shoulder giving your attention to Levi. "The tea you made last night was good. Please make some tonight."

"Thank you, yes sir."

You made the tea and you made sure to do it perfectly knowing your Captain actually likes it.

While at dinner with everyone you ate your soup and you are in your head like you usually are. You thought of story ideas and some books you've read.

Along with the rest of the table, you laughed at a joke Connie told.

You knew Sasha will always take your left overs and so you passed your bowl of soup to her.

"You're the best! I love you!" Sasha exclaimed.

Later Levi squad are in their rooms and Levi and Hange are talking about tomorrow’s schedule. About an hour later Hange decided she should go to her squad’s hide out cabin.

Levi stays seated at the dining table sipping his tea and rereading plans.

As Hange passed the stairs, you muster out a “Hi.” She turns to you on the stairs and smiled.

“Hi there!” Hange said.

“Section Commander Hange Zoe, right? My names Y/N.” You said descending the stairs and extending a handshake.

“Yes Y/N! Ive heard of you, its nice to formally meet you.” Hange shook your hand and noticed how short you are.

You can’t help blush, but you’ve been wanting to talk to her, so you try your best to continue to conversation. “Your glasses are really cute, they suit you.”

“THANK YOU! I’m practically blind without them!” Hange said beaming. You boldly take them off her face and hold out your hand.

“$100 and you get them back,” you said deadpan. Hange bursted laughing and you laugh too, happy she liked your joke. While you both are laughing you offer her glasses back. “Here.”

“Oh I’m grateful you dropped your ransom.” She put them back on her face..

“Yeah I don't need them since I can see better than you.” You shot back. Hange laughed more, her smile bigger, and because of her contagious laugh and energy you join. She pushed your shoulder playfully.

“Who even are you?” Hange rhetorically managed to ask through her red face and teary eyes starting develop. You feel satisfied that she is enjoying conversing with you.

Levi heard all this from the dining room and is in disbelief that you were saying all this considering you rarely joined conversations. It’s late and he's ready to send you back to bed.

“You’re funny, I can see why Levi picked you to be in his squad,” Hange smiled ear to ear.

“She’s more talkative than usual.” Levi said behind Hange and it made Hange jump. “What’s the reason you’re down here?” He asked.

“I’m sorry Captain, I just wanted to get a drink of water then I ran into section commander Hange and wanted to introduce myself.” You said genuinely.

“Get your water and back to bed. We have early hours tomorrow.” Levi remembered that you were respectful and not a trouble maker like Jean and Sasha.

“Yes, sir."

“You keep chatting to Hange, she might piss herself.” He said.

“Piss for me.” You said while looking into her eyes. Hange cackles throwing her head back then puts a hand on your shoulder holding herself up from doubling over. You giggle then gradually laughed harder. To the point where you both are laughing silently.

Levi stood there with his arms crossed watching this play out. He's confused where this witty side came from. He's wondering how your stupid line is causing you both to cry from laughing.

You're pleased that you're making this extremely cute woman laugh at everything you say. Both of your energies are causing you both to find everything funny.

When you both start calming down. Hange glanced at Levi's expressionless face, she couldn't contain her laughter, causing you to giggle a little more.

"Okay, you go back to your cabin" he said with a slight amusement in his tone. He began pushing Hange toward the door. "You, off to bed."

"It was nice to meet you," you said wishing you could talk to Hange more.

"Goodnight Y/N! I'm glad we officially met!" You feel so satisfied with the outcome as you walk to the sink.

You replay the conversation in your head. You grab a glass and start getting water from the faucet. Hange enjoying your company and having her laugh with you makes you elated. You notice your heart beating out of your chest.

You chug the water and and then refill the glass to take upstairs. You spot Levi standing with his arms crossed, as you turned to start heading upstairs.

"You're secretly weird, aren't you?" Levi asked and you didn't know how to answer it. You couldn't tell if he was mad or wanted a certain answer.

"I'm sorry Captain for the late night disturbance, I'm heading to bed." You said strolling pass him.

"What's with the formalities when you just told a commander to piss for you?"

Author's Note: Finals is over I can write more! I just wanted to get this out cuz I had this idea of a reserved reader with a silly side and just wanting to make hange laugh. I've been thristing over hange these past few weeks lol. Anyways hoped you enjoyed. There's not enough Hange x reader out there I'll make more lol <3

I've also thought of a Reader in Wonderland. They fall in and meet Hange as the Mad Hatter, Armin as McTwisp, and I haven't thought more into it except basically she gotta fuck Hange, fuck Levi in order to escape. Idk Im just horny going on 2 weeks of being single and I want Hange's strap.

I also have a vampire AU in mind but its dirty af and smutty? Lmao

#attack on titan #captain levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #aot #sasha braus #armin arlert #hange zoe #connie springer #hanji zoë #hange zoë #hanji zoe #hange x reader #handsome #hanji x reader #hange fluff #hanji fluff

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paragonrobits · 2 days

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so i was browsing some things and I came across this bit in Quora noting a signifcant bit from 'Remember It' in X-Men 97

bearing in mind one thing I was actually talking about to my brother tonight, but i forgot that it might have some in-universe context; one of Gambit's biggest running plot lines and character details in the original comics is that he is directly responsible for the Morlock Massacre, a horrific event where Mister Sinister (a man so unbelievably evil that not only does he call himself Mister Sinister, he was so evil Victorian scientists kicked him out of the scientific community because even they thought his eugenics ideas were too evil) had Gambit recruit the team that would become the Marauders, at the time an extremely deadly team of killers and mercenaries. Gambit was at this point somewhat mercenary and didn't know or care what they did.

And then the Marauders slaughtered the Morlocks, a community of scared mutants too inhuman-looking to live among humanity but not powerful enough to defend themselves, so they isolated themselves in the sewers of New York. The X-Men tried to defend them, but they were also horribly maimed in the process; Angel (as he was then knonw) was crucified to a wall and septic infection necessitated the amputation of his wings and caused him into a horrible doom spiral is perhaps the most dramatic example, but just about everyone got fucked up in it.

Gambit only found out later, and after he joined the X-Men the horrors he had unknowingly allowed to happen haunted him.

Now, consider the events of Remember It (and oh god i just saw it the night before as of this writing and realizing that its Gambit's last words before he does the most heroic thing and takes out a goddamn master mold is FUCKING ME UP)

WELL, I DIDNT EVEN TIHNK OF THAT.

I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE THAT CONNECTION.

I AM SUPER OBSESSED WITH THE CLAREMONT ERA ESPECIALLY AS ITS BEING REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES AND THIS HIT ME LIKE A GODDAMN TRUCK AND FUCKING THANK YOU THIS HURTS BUT ITS A GOOD KIND OF HURT. GOOD NIGHT, SWEET PRINCE, YOU WENT OUT LIKE A REAL GODDAMN X-MAN.

(A link to the post I screenshotted here.)

#x men 97 #x men 97 spoilers #gambit marvel #marvel #queued

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morsesnotes · 7 months

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Princess Kaʻiulani (2009)

#princess ka'iulani #clive davies #q'orianka kilcher #shaun evans #perioddramagif #my gifs #their storyline wasn't good but they did have cute chemistry #the “cast shaun evans as a romantic lead” agenda #if you saw my post for this last night...no you didn't

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starcurtain · 3 months

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Trying to explain in the group chat why Ratiorine has me in a death grip and I couldn't find the words so I just sent Little Prince quotes.

“What does that mean — to tame?”

“It means to establish ties. To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…please, tame me!”

“I want to, very much,” the Little Prince replied, “but I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

Absolutely "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed"-coded ship, my goodness.

#ratiorine #aventio #dr. ratio x aventurine #honkai star rail #the little prince #le petit prince #it's about the y e a r n i n g #the desire to save what cannot last #to make a bond with a wild thing #to leave a ripple in the fabric of another person's life #to look back when passing in the night #accepting the inevitability of harm #because the connection is worth its suffering #DO YOU SEE MY VISION???#also #if you saw this accidentally posted to my main blog for a hot second #uhhhh #no you didn't

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factoseintolerant · 2 years

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Look. After…everything...I don't give a shit about the office. | Lantern I quit Schweikart and Cokely. And I gave up Mesa Verde. I mean, I thought you were dead. All of it helped me to see what's important and what isn't. | Bad Choice Road

#better call saul #bob odenkirk #rhea seehorn #kim wexler #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #my gifs #bcsgifs #bcsedit #if you saw me post this last night and then delete it no u didn't #two weeks since the finale and i want to scream

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weaveandwood · 10 days

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Voradras for @steamclouds

Your honor, I am obsessed with him! Thanks for letting me draw him :) Happy Birthday again!

Also if you're not following @steamclouds go do it because her art is great <3

#my art #other people's tavs #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 tav #drow #if you saw me post this last night no you didn't #but seriously white eyelashes are chefs kiss and so fun to draw #just imagine gale off to the side giving him heart eyes

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atsoomi · 1 year

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Fall is pleasantly chilly in October.

It slots between summer and winter to bring out the best of both seasons. The leaves change because they have to— because everyone has to— and the weather becomes a pleasant concoction that urges you to take walks and appreciate the whimsical scene. It’s also the season when seasonal depression hits you harder than the leaves hit the sidewalk.

This year, however, is different to you. The chill of the fall isn’t as biting as it usually is.

This year’s fall comes to you in the form of a dark haired lover with a spark in his eyes, in the form of whispered jokes in the dead of the night and romantic notes left next to warm breakfasts, in the form of a winning lottery ticket.

It comes to you in the form of your boyfriend of a few months— kuroo tetsurō.

You find that you complement each other well: he teaches you to be more spontaneous and you teach him to slow down, he teaches you how to cook his favorite meals and you teach him how to make your favorite drinks, you watch his favorite movies and he reads your favorite books.

Most nights, you can’t agree on how to spend time together. Your boyfriend is active in a way you could never see yourself be, and the idea of going out always rivals staying home— it’s like asking where to eat from. But in some rare instances, the stars and planets align and you find something to agree on.

That’s how you find yourself sitting on a park bench, mid-October, enjoying the chill of the weather and your ice cream cones. Your hand affectionately rests on his knee as he prattles on about people and how they feel towards vanilla ice cream.

“People don’t actually hate vanilla ice cream, everyone just says that because they’re affected by the public opinion.” He mumbles as he bites into his biscuit— coincidentally a vanilla cone.

You hum thoughtfully, hand sliding up to his thigh. “I don’t think I like vanilla ice cream.”

He turns to you with furrowed brows and a look of betrayal, “traitor.”

You laugh at his upset face and he grows more offended. The hand you had on his thigh is lifted to mess up his hair (more than it already is) as you relish in being the one to tease him for once.

“Sorry pumpkin, I must always tell the truth. I’m not a liar.”

He seems to inflate to full size at your comment, reminding you of the way he towers over you even when you’re sitting down. “Oh yeah? How come you always lie about the leftovers then?”

“Tetsu, those are my leftovers, in my house. I have the right to do whatever I want with them.”

“Not when you promise to save them for your loving amazing gorgeous boyfriend.”

“I have a loving amazing gorgeous boyfriend?”

He snorts at your reply and you cheer internally at your win. You look at each other with matching smiles and the atmosphere around you changes subtly. You block out the sound of the trees and the wind as your mind fills with thoughts of the man sitting next to you. Street lights cast a soft glow on his face, and you think he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

He seems to be thinking the same as the smile you shared fades away and his face relaxes. A certain look flashes across his eyes and you feel a jolt of electricity course through you at the silent communication you’re having. You wonder what he’s thinking about and silently pray that it’s something good, that he’s not realizing that your right side isn’t your good side.

You tilt your head to the side as you continue observing him and he smiles lightly at your glassy eyes and pursed lips. The shadow cast over his face doesn’t dim down the light in his eyes; your hand itches to reach over and trace his eyebrows and wander across his face to drink him in fully.

“I think I love you.”

Your breath hitches and all the thoughts about touching him disperse at the simple words that he mutters quietly— breathlessly and delicately.

It’s not what you were expecting him to confess tonight, but you can’t say you’re surprised. You’ve been walking along the edge of love with him for a few weeks now, playfully teasing each other about the idea of forever, the idea of more serious promises. It’s no surprise that, out of the two of you, he let himself be taken by love first.

Now, you’re left standing on the edge, looking down at the depths of love and wondering if you’re ready to take the risk. Past mistakes pull you back and the fear you’ve held with you for a while warns you against it, whispering in your being that regret leaves a poisonous taste.

But the sight of kuroo in front of you, with rosy cheeks and hopeful eyes and lips you’re all too familiar with, gives you the push of courage you need to jump in, headfirst.

The smile on his face doesn’t falter while you’re readying yourself to say the words, as if he can read it on your face— as if he always knew it would play out like this. He waits for you to take the chance.

“I think I love you, too”

His face breaks out in a grin that’s so wide it makes your cheeks hurt and it takes you a second to realize that it's your own grin that’s hurting your cheeks. Inching closer to kill the space between you, he puts his arm around your shoulder. You turn your body to face him and you fit together effortlessly, like puzzle pieces.

You don’t think twice about kissing him, dropping the cone in your hand to place both hands on him. The sound of his cone hitting the ground makes you smile at the eagerness coming from both of you.

His eyes flutter shut as you angle your face to unite your lips and the taste of vanilla overtakes your senses. The softness of the moment, combined with your hunger for him, makes the fire in your stomach burn vigorously. The hand that wanders away from your collusion and caresses your knee makes you want to bounce on him and disregard public decency.

You’re one second away from clawing at his sweater when he pulls away breathlessly. Flushed cheeks and a crooked grin greet you when you open your eyes, and the butterflies in your stomach turn violent. You have no idea how he hasn’t lost control yet.

He brings your head closer to rest his forehead against yours, your smiles mirroring each other’s. His warm breath fans over your lips and you have to control the urge to go back to your ritual because he’s clearly enjoying the soft gesture.

You eventually pull back to change positions and rest your head on his shoulder; he welcomes the change in position with an arm back on your shoulder.

The park looks so different to you now, even if it hasn’t changed in the slightest. You’re looking at things through a different lens now that everything has changed. You know what it means for both of you to say those words; you know the plans you’re going to draw up together now, and you know that he wants this to work out as much as you do.

Your face grows warm as all the possibilities cloud your mind. The arm around your shoulder intensifies the tickling sensation across your skin. You look at him and he’s already looking at you. Words escape you at the sight of the warm unbridled love you see in his eyes, and you can’t believe you’ve gotten this lucky.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He whispers, leaning over to close the space again.

“Me too.” You breathe out before he seals your promise with a kiss.